Chapter 893

"What the hell are you doing? Did Malfoy provoke you again, and George... " Hermione, who just rushed over, had an indescribable expression on her face, which could not be said to be a complaint. More importantly, it should be a kind of helplessness. Harry never had any good thing when he met Malfoy.

"What does Mrs. Hodge want to do with it?" Hermione asked, Harry standing in silence, and George, both of them apparently not pulling away from the excitement.

"Professor McGonagall, I'll take them there now..." Fanlin said, "well, we'll be back in a minute. Don't worry."

Hermione nodded and the three walked out of the Quidditch arena without saying a word.

At the entrance of the hall, the howling and teasing of the audience gradually faded. They could not hear any other sound, only their own footsteps. Harry realized that something was still struggling in his right hand, and that the knuckles of his right hand were bruised as he hit Malfoy's jaw.

Look, Harry saw the snitch's little silver wings coming out of his fingers, struggling to escape.

"Harry, you have to be careful, I think Umbridge will not miss this opportunity, so, you two..." Van Lin opened his mouth, and then his eyes fell into Harry's hands, and the snitch was still in his hands.

Harry and snitch are really predestined. From the first year to Dumbledore's death, the snitch's trajectory runs through the most important period of Harry's life.

Just as they were about to arrive at Professor McGonagall's office, she caught up with them in the corridor.

Professor McGonagall was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but when she strode towards them she took it off and turned blue.

"Go in!" She said angrily, pointing to the door, Harry and George walked in. "And you, you go in."

Professor McGonagall said rudely to van Lim.

Fanlin some helpless, as the student union president's responsibility?

Ghost knows what responsibility this is. Anyway, he doesn't understand at all. The establishment of DA has been the best effort he can make, although it is only in compliance with the rules of development.

McGonagall strode behind the desk and looked at them, trembling with excitement as she threw Gryffindor's scarf to the ground.

"So?" She said, "I saw such shameful behavior. You two! Give me a reason

"Malfoy's provocative," said Harry stubbornly, regardless of the color of Vaseline.

"Provoking you?" Exclaimed Professor McGonagall, hitting the table with a blow, so her latticed tin rolled to one side and shook open, and the pale yellow newt crawled to the ground.

"He just lost, didn't he? Of course, he will be provocative! But what can he say to make you two like this... "

"He insulted my parents," George roared. "And Harry's mother."

"But the two of you didn't let Mrs. Hodge deal with it, but decided to show you a Muggle duel, didn't you? And you, don't tell me you can't stop it. I saw you on the field before the incident Professor McGonagall roared, along with van Lin's share, which made van Lin a little surprised. Is this a disaster free?

"You know what you've done

"Cough, cough." A discordant sound came from behind.

Harry, van Lin and George all turned around.

Umbridge stood at the door, wrapped in a green tweed cloak, which made her look especially like a toad. She wore a sinister, disgusting, ominous smile, and Harry immediately foreshadowed the coming suffering.

"Can I help, Professor McGonagall?" Asked Umbridge in her poison sweetest voice. Professor McGonagall's face turned red.

"Help?" She repeated in a restrained tone, "what do you mean, help?"

Umbridge walked into the office, still with her disgusting smile. "Why? I think you might appreciate a little extra authority. "

Harry was not surprised to see Professor McGonagall breathing heavily in his nostrils.

"You're wrong," McGonagall said, turning his back to Umbridge. "Now, you two, listen to me. I don't care how Malfoy provokes you. I don't care if he insults everyone in your family. Your behavior is shameful. I'll punish each of you to be locked up for a week! Don't look at me like that, Potter. You deserve it! And the executor is you, al. As the president of the student union, you have to take responsibility, and if any of you -- "

" cough, cough. " Professor McGonagall closed her eyes as if praying for patience, and she turned to Professor Umbridge. "What?"

"I think punishment should be more severe than confinement," Umbridge said with a smile that she thought was sweet. Van Lin thought that Umbridge's face was distorted, but

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.

"But unfortunately," said Professor McGonagall, trying to make a smile that made her look as if she had cleft teeth. "Since they're in my college, it's up to me to decide what kind of punishment, Dolores.""Oh, yes, Mileva, as a matter of fact, until now, but..." Professor Umbridge said with a fake smile, "soon, I think you'll find that it's up to me to decide. Now, where are they? Secretary Connelly just sent me I mean, "she laughs hypocritical and rummages through her handbag.

"The Ministry of magic has just arrived Here... " She pulled out a piece of parchment, unfolded it, and made a fuss about clearing her throat before she began to read.

"Cough, cough. Article 25 education decrees. "

"Another one!" Exclaimed Professor McGonagall. "Oh, yes," Umbridge said, still smiling. "In fact, Mileva, it's you who make me feel that we need to improve a little bit Remember how you ignored me when I didn't want Gryffindor's Quidditch team to regroup? How do you get this to Dumbledore, who insists he can form this team? Well, now, I won't have such a thing again. I immediately contacted the Ministry of magic, and they agreed with me that the senior prosecutor had the right to deprive students of their privileges, otherwise she - which means me - would have less rights than the average teacher! You see now, don't you? Mileva, how wise am I to stop Gryffindor's team from regrouping? Terrible temper Anyway, I'm going to read the amendment Cough, cough From now on, the senior prosecutor has the highest authority in deciding the punishment, reward and privilege of students in gwaz, and has the power to change the decisions made by other teachers to punish, reward or exempt students. Signature, Minister of magic, Cornell fudge and so on. "

Umbridge rolled up the parchment and put it back in his bag, still smiling. "So I really think these two guys should be banned from playing Quidditch again, "she said, looking back from Harry seeing George. Harry felt the snitch dangling wildly in his hand.

"Forbid us?" Harry couldn't believe it. His voice sounded so far away, "Quidditch No more? "

"Yes, Mr. Potter, I think it would be helpful to ban you from playing all my life," Umbridge said, laughing even more when she saw Harry trying to understand her words. "You and this Weasley. In addition, I think, for the sake of safety, the young man's twins should also be banned - but for his teammates holding him, I believe he would attack the young Mr. Malfoy as well. Of course, I'll confiscate their brooms. They'll be safe in my office in case they foul. But I'm not unreasonable, Professor McGonagall

She turned back and continued, and Professor McGonagall stood quietly like an ice sculpture, staring at her. "The rest of the players can continue to play and I don't see any signs of violence from them."

www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!